Xie Huaiyang felt her gentle breath, which was close to his wrist pulse and slowly moved away.
Like an invisible teasing.
He lifted his eyes, glancing down at her, and saw her holding his wrist like a docile little animal, nuzzling against his skin and gently sniffing.
Her long eyelashes drooped, her nose was small and slightly upturned, and her lips were full, soft, and luscious.
His Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
The blood under the pulse suddenly surged rapidly, with an astonishing heat.
The fragrance of iris is slowly released.
Shen Zhiyi revealed her pearly teeth and exclaimed in surprise, "You're so hot! The mid-range heat came on so quickly."
Her words, like an all-pervasive invasion, penetrated his limbs and bones, igniting clusters of dark fire within him.
Xie Huaiyang's blood was even hotter.
"Only smell this?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and the arm that had been across his face had been lowered at some point.
His dark gaze fixed on her relentlessly, like a thick, sticky net.
Shen Zhiyi was slightly taken aback.
Suddenly, she smiled, leaned closer, and her fingertips traced the edge of his clothes, moving upwards little by little until she reached his neck. She then applied the remaining perfume from her fingertips along the side of his neck, all the way to behind his ear.
“You’re right,” she said softly, “this can also be used as a reference.”
Her lips almost touched his chin.
Xie Huaiyang's heart pounded like a drum.
His eyes burned with a dark, fiery light.
He could even feel his own pulse pounding wildly under her breath, almost breaking free of the skin's restraint.
A surge of heat rose uncontrollably from my lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout my body.
He closed his eyes, and his breathing became heavy.
Shen Zhiyi was carefully discerning the changes in the fragrance when her fingertip touched his earlobe again.
A suppressed gasp suddenly came from above.
Xie Huaiyang suddenly stood up.
"I...I suddenly remembered that I smell like cooking oil all over me." His voice was very hoarse. "I'll go take a shower first."
"Don't let it affect your test results."
After a flurry of hurried footsteps...
"Bang!"
The bathroom door was slammed shut.
Then came the sound of rushing water.
Shen Zhiyi sat alone on the sofa, still leaning slightly forward, and blinked.
She has excellent hearing.
You can catch a very slight, suppressed gasp beneath the sound of the water.
She raised an eyebrow.
A mischievous smile played on his lips.
The notorious playboy is actually so easily seduced!
She suddenly felt that urge to tease him again, when she was his mortal enemy.
Like a glimmer of light appearing in the dead silence of life.
She could smell the lingering fragrance of him in the air, the scent of iris, and his own unique aroma, all intertwined and domineering.
Suddenly, I had an inspiration for a new fragrance.
Hmm...
It really helped a lot.
*
The next morning.
Wen Xiucheng rang the doorbell and waited patiently outside.
A few seconds later, the door was opened.
He was stunned.
Looking up, I saw a young man in a bathrobe standing casually in front of me.
The tall man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, almost blocked the entire door frame.
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, unconventional and free-spirited.
Her figure is so good it's almost arrogant.
Water droplets still clung to his hair, dripping down his wild brow bone, across his sharp jaw, and into the silver chain on his chest.
Wen Xiucheng smelled the lingering scent of cedar shower gel on his body, mixed with a strong, pure male hormone, which wafted towards him.
An alarm bell immediately went off in my mind.
Xie Huaiyang recognized the person who came in, his lazy eyes narrowed slightly, he opened the door, and leaned casually against the door frame, the muscles in his arms hidden under his bathrobe forming a smooth and firm curve.
He looked at the spice box in Wen Xiucheng's hand, raised an eyebrow, tilted his head towards the inner room, and lazily called out in a loud voice, "Baby, your senior is here."
Baby?
Wen Xiucheng's pupils suddenly contracted, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Who are you?"
He gripped the spice box tightly with his knuckles, his eyes scrutinizing. "What is your relationship with Zhiyi?"
He came to deliver spices last week, but I haven't seen him yet.
Xie Huaiyang chuckled, raised his chin slightly, and said with a mischievous grin, "She smelled me all night. Tell me, what's our relationship?"
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